Old leaden spires Holding back the beast Trapped in this place I just stand and stare Ghost of the shires Singing songs to me With feline grace Choking my despair
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Lost in a maze It was just a game We burnt it down The ashes cloud our tears Late summer days Tracing chance remains That haunt these grounds Let's steal another year
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I can talk of my towering sense Of bitterness and shame Crawling circles of dull pretense To come back here again I'm not sleeping In case i'm found out How long can i stretch the truth It's cold out here
